The Rosary

Sitting at Your feet,
You braid my hair like a laurel wreath,
while the rosary is in my hands.
I sing a song on the breath of a nightingale,
until a small bird falls asleep in my lap.

A waterfall of pure light,
covers me in Your sweet kisses,
where Your love covers me with laughter.
The sweet joyful sound,
that comes from deep within my heart,
awakens the rainbow-colored butterflies.

My head rests against Your chest,
where I hear the soft beating of Your heart.
The soft fabric of Your robe comforts me,
like a blanket against the bitter cold.
Your arms are my deepest safety,
where I am guarded like a precious pearl.

Your words of wisdom nestle in my soul,
where it builds golden castles on a green meadow.
We run between the daisies,
as I hold on tightly to my rosary,
and my giggles blend with the scent of roses.

A gift is a memory of love,
that reminds you of the giver.
As I softly fall asleep on Your lap,
the rosary is still in my hands,
where I keep it as a memory,
of You.

Thank you for reading my poem today! I truly appreciate it, that you took the time to read my work. Once again, thank you! It takes time and effort to write these words. The poems are a piece of my own heart and soul, so I would appreciate it, if you would either ask for permission if you want to share my work, my poems, or give me credit! Thank you very much! Have a lovely day!

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